I don't know the person who I am becoming, in my dreams it seems as though I am always running, I can't remember a second of my dreams, but when I arise I seem to hear silent screams, I'm afraid of the dark although it's comforting, it seems as though something is always hunting me,
I don't know the person who I am becoming, sometimes I feel a beast within me and I think that its cunning, sometimes I feel pathetic for being empathetic, one moment and sweet then that sweetness is devoured, by someone I'm standing next to that is feeling awful sour, my emotions can change more than 100 times an hour,
And I still don't know the person who I'm becoming.
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Who Am I Becoming?
PoetryA short poem. I wrote it whilst I blanked out and do no really remember writing it...